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Oct 2011
A heart is broken
and broken again.
Broken in so many pieces
it turns to dust.

The dust is blown away.
Nothing remains.

The bits of hope it left behind
are small and scattered.
When the light catches them
they unveil empty rooms and stark, formidable walls.

Nothing is left.
MoB
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